episode_0339

I saw hesitation in battle.

In essence, it is something that cannot happen and should not happen.

A struggle between life and death. Because Orion was not restricted by things like honor and pride, he could do anything to win.

It wasn’t a theory. There was always hesitation in his swordsmanship.

There was no need to live. It doesn’t even counterattack the shadow it throws, it just parries it away.

Even though they could have targeted the heart, they deliberately targeted the arms, legs, and danjeon. I pushed forward as if trying to look at the bottom, but stopped at a certain point.

Orion knows why such hesitation appears. Because Orion guided him.

When that cold, brightly shining sword cuts off Orion’s neck.

Siron becomes the owner of the tower. You can’t escape from the tower forever.

Even before the fight, it was decided who would win. Orion was prepared for death and even prepared for the afterlife.

So, I was prepared for my arm to fall off.

It was okay for my chest to explode and the floor to be filled with so much disgusting blood that it rivaled that of urine. My intestines didn’t flow out, but instead, extremely heavy thoughts poured out, but it was okay.

…Actually, it wasn’t okay. To become a scarecrow just waiting for death to come, to live without purpose or reason.

did my best. Although he prepared for death, Orion wanted to live.

Needless to say the reason. Isn’t it better to survive rather than die?

Each apostle becomes an apostle for his own reasons, but they all have the same root.

I wanted to live. If possible, he wanted to live long enough to witness the destruction of the world and achieve everything he wanted.

That’s why he does his best. He put his resentment into each and every spell, and expressed his intense emotions at every moment.

‘I hate you.’

A heart that was kept throughout the struggle.

Orion was resentful of Siron for not doing his best. He compared his tattered self with the poetry in front of him.

Not a single wound can be found. If you look carefully, you may find a scratch or two, but it is meaningless.

White flames spewing out from the source.

Another god’s protection was comforting his body.

Wounds regenerate. Even if the arm falls off, it will reattach at a speed beyond recognition. Unlike himself, to whom the term treacherous was apt, Siron’s body became more vibrant as time passed.

“…Ha.”

In the midst of the fierce battle, Orion secretly sneered. Don’t scream. I don’t even feel like doing that.

It is a deep sense of defeat and inferiority that rises from the bottom of the essence. I felt very clearly how humble I was when I met the huge mountain peak.

Whether Orion lives or dies, his purpose will be accomplished. There was no need to dwell on victory or defeat.

Nevertheless, I can’t help but harbor regrets.

Even if I die, I wanted to have a meaningful death.

A thorn of extinction created with all of one’s might. Hundreds and thousands of attacks pour into Siron.

Pop! Siron held his sword with straight eyes. It is a movement full of leisure. However, a fighting spirit that was difficult to ignore rose from the holy sword he was holding.

Draw a semicircle trajectory. All the black thorns were broken. In the darkness filled with starlight, indecipherable debris fluttered and burned in brilliant flames, covering the landscape.

No matter how many times I saw it, it was a distant state. The reason Orion is still alive today is because the flame did not reach his neck.

The hero, Siron Prien, did not want him to die. Barely surviving with his life. I wanted someone other than him to kill me.

Orion was humiliated. Even though he was walking unsteadily in the firing line, it was not his will to move his legs.

Demon God and Hero.

I’m stuck between the two, rolling around here and there.

No sympathy, just treated as a toy. There were so many layers of humiliation that I wondered if I had ever been so miserable in my life.

‘Do I really have to face death like this?’

Orion felt despair and squeezed out his power. Even if he simply accepted death calmly, he would be able to achieve the arrangement he had made. Pride like the insignificant Ogi did not allow that to happen.

Since I’m waiting for death pointlessly like this, if only I could reach that arrogant hero even once…

[sorry.]

Phuuk-

…?

The sound of piercing flesh echoed throughout the space. I didn’t feel any pain. That’s because the source of that terrible sound wasn’t Orion.

“…”

Orion looked blankly ahead. The eyes were downward, as if looking at an insignificant insect. The hand that was mechanically swinging the sword was caressing the open abdomen.

“Ha… Haha.”

A line is drawn on dry lips. It has been reached, my wish has been reached. Orion’s flame touched the winter mountain peak, which seemed like an insurmountable wall, and melted some of the ice.

The melted snow froze sharply again due to the bitter cold, but Orion was satisfied with that. A huge wave of joy washed over him like a tidal wave.

‘The struggle wasn’t meaningless.’

Suddenly, sincerity appeared in Siron Prien’s eyes. Orion smiled as he watched the approaching flames.

I didn’t feel like there was something stuck in my throat. All he can feel is the dizziness that comes from the world spinning around.

Being able to kill him so easily, the warrior took his time to his heart’s content.

Still, it was okay. Because I was able to see the hero’s sincere face even at the very end.

Even though I did not achieve my wish to reach the end of the magic spell, I felt fortunate that I did not end up living a meaningless life.

“Ha. Hahaha.”

Orion laughed quietly as he looked at the crumbling body. At first glance, Siron’s face was still expressionless. The heated face from before had disappeared, and he was looking down at Orion with bitterly cold eyes.

“I can’t endure it till the end.”

Although he was defeated, Orion smiled happily.

“You were right. I was destined to die by you anyway.”

These words were not meant to insult, but were spoken from the heart. Even though we met as enemies, I judged it to be a good fight.

thank god. Because it can end in an honorable fight.

The beginning was dirty and unpleasant, but the sense of accomplishment he achieved at the end of burning everything made him feel good.

His life did not exist simply to tie up the warrior. Even though he had to live with the devil’s chess, the ending was achieved in the direction he wanted.

Is that why? Orion was even able to harbor sympathy for Siron.

Warrior.

Knowing that another god’s apostle was in the same situation, he felt sorry for Siron’s situation, even though he was an enemy.

“I wish you good luck.”

*

“Ha.”

Siron let out a frustrated sigh and sat down. Then he scratched his head as if he was getting nervous.

Fuck you bastard!

dog! Fuck! young!

Siron pointed his holy sword at the place where the ash was piled up. Damn Muun. Thick veins clearly stood out on his forehead due to him quietly surrendering and spewing feces all the way to the bottom.

“Poetry!”

I must have been expressing my anger for a while when Lucia and Seira approached me. However, there was no direct greeting or consolation.

It’s just that we make eye contact with each other and look at the theory repeatedly… we can’t do this or that.

This is because I expected how Siron would feel right now.

Killed the last apostle.

That means they killed him by going through all the hardships of climbing the Infinite Tower.

However, I don’t feel any sense of accomplishment at all.

Siron didn’t look happy at all.

Because he killed Oblivion Orion, the owner of the tower, with his own hands instead of as originally planned, he is now unable to escape from the tower.

“Poetics…”

Lucia lowered her head slightly and looked into Siron’s face.

A face filled with indescribable anger. Siron also wanted to calm down and pretend to be okay due to the worries around him, but there was nothing he could do as the world screamed at him to be unfair.

The reason why Siron had no choice but to kill Orion.

That’s because an uninvited guest intervened in the fight.

It wasn’t Lucina Seira.

In a time that seemed to have stopped, Siron’s stomach was pierced as if ‘process’ was a thing of the past. Although he is now completely healed thanks to the flames from the holy sword, at that time, Siron felt a clear threat of death.

It wasn’t Orion’s ability. Then who is it?

‘…It’s not a demon.’

If it were a demon god, it would definitely have tried to kill Shiron. The theory is that a pierced stomach is not treated as a fatal wound. The difference in power between the two was so clear that Orion could finally have hope by piercing his chest or between his eyebrows in the paused time.

‘then.’

There was only one.

In that intense battlefield, Shiron, who had never let his guard down, was able to exert enough influence to inflict a fatal wound…

Sloshing-

“…What are you doing?”

Suddenly, my concentration was broken by a feeling on the back of my head. Siron slowly turned around, feeling a soft and warm touch.

“…”

My face was buried in my cleavage. Seira took off her sweat-soaked [combat uniform: tight leotard that a pervert would wear] and hugged Siron’s face.

“What are you doing!”

Lucia pointed at him with a red face at his uncouth behavior. As if she knew I was embarrassed, Seira hugged Siron with a red face… and stroked the back of his head.

“Keu, keuhm! You won, but you’re so depressed! I tell my precious colleague to cheer up… can’t you do this much?”

“What is that…fuck……”

Lucia was left speechless by such reasonable bullshit.

Siron was also speechless. I was speechless because I buried my face in my chest… but I couldn’t say anything because my mouth was sealed.

But I didn’t even have the heart to shake off Seira’s favor. I had a headache because my plan had gone astray due to some intruder, so I just emptied my brain and thought that everything would go as it should.

Shiron hugged Seira’s waist. Before I knew it, the holy sword had been thrown away carelessly. I took a deep breath, as if I was about to fall asleep. My body, which was very tense, loses strength.

[look. Is it effective?]

‘…It’s ridiculous even though I did it.’

[I read a paper somewhere a long time ago, and it was said that when men are stressed, it is good for them to touch their breasts or be held by their lover. So, it’s a reasonable solution.]

‘Well, that’s reasonable.’

[And you also wanted your student to perk up. Isn’t good something good?]

‘…yes.’

Seira sighed and patted Shiron’s back.

I also strengthen my resolve. Since Siron can’t leave the tower, she decided to stay in the tower with him.

Elves live long, and among them, Seira is especially patient. Maybe I can stay by Shiron’s side and be his friend and sex partner until he wants to die…

“I will do it too!”

Lucia took off her clothes, forgetting that she was drenched in sweat. His chest, which did not fit his small body, bounced around loudly, and soon a soft feeling was pressed against the back of Siron’s head.

‘…I want to have sex.’

Shiron muttered to himself in a daze. It’s a desperate thought that I’ll just have sex at the top of the tower since I’m screwed anyway.

Perhaps because the apostle died, the top of the Tower of Despair was no longer stained with darkness. Like an observatory surrounded by transparent glass, the scenery of Magyeong was clearly visible.

A strange idea that it might be more charming than I thought. I thought it would be a good idea to think about how to get out of here after I had cooled off.

However, he still had work left to do.

Shiron carefully pushed the two women away and rubbed his slightly watery eyes.

At that time, Lucia grabbed Siron’s face with a stroke.

“Poetry, poetry theory!”

“Huh?”

“I will live with you in the tower for the rest of my life! Let’s make a living here! Because I will give birth to many children…!”

“…Thank you.”

Siron chuckled as he looked at Lucia, who was as red as an apple. Although she spoke in gibberish, perhaps because she was aware that she had done something shameful, Lucia’s feelings were clearly conveyed.

“Guys.”

so,

“I’m waiting here for a moment.”

Next time I decided to go alone.

Siron stood up after picking up a piece of black glass that had fallen on the floor. A piece of the demon god. The fragments… when combined with the ones I took out of my arms, there were 7 of them.

I knew it as soon as I held it in my hand. Here, if Siron wishes, he can go to the place where the demon god is. A strange black gate appeared in the game, but I was worried whether it would happen in real life as well.

I’m afraid Lucia and Seira will follow.

I’m afraid they’ll find out if it’s a secret and it’ll be awkward.

Because I want to feel comfortable opening up about my overflowing emotions.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Where are you going?”

“…I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom.”

Siron spoke casually and stretched out his hand toward the holy sword lying on the floor.

I felt like throwing it out of the tower like this, but since I’m not the type of person to throw away a gift someone gave me, I decided to take it.

“Uh, uh…”

“……Have a nice trip.”

“Yes.”

Lucia blurted out her words, and Seira, who noticed, waved her hand.

Shiron, holding the chin-holy sword, prayed to the hands holding the pieces.

‘It’s really… the last time.’

The moment I muttered to myself. Siron’s figure was engulfed in black light.

*

I felt dizzy due to severe dizziness, but I was able to tell where I was.

A space where everything is gray.

It was a different space from the pure white world of the warrior’s house, but Siron knew where this place was.

“Let’s go.”

“…”

Siron and Cha Hyunjun grabbed the hand of the girl who was standing blankly and advanced.

After killing the apostle, Latera remained silent.

Rough but kind, careful not to worry about my thin wrists getting hurt.

Far away.

I saw a rough stone gate.

It was placed in an all-gray space, so if you turned around the door, you could see beyond it. However, Siron decides to open the door anyway.

Because he had an intuition that only by opening the door could he get the results he wanted…

Suddenly-

Shiron grabbed the door handle and opened the door without hesitation.

Beyond the door.

“Ha…”

black.

Wearing the nostalgic school uniform.

Yura in my last memory.

He was kneeling in chains.

“Why do you keep keeping your mouth shut?”

Half joking, half serious.

“No way.”

Siron’s voice is not from the front.

Not a sinner with a nostalgic look.

“Are you Yura?”

The whole time, it was aimed at the angel who held her hand and did not let go.